My Name is Misty

My name is Misty, I am but three,

My eyes are swollen, I cannot see.

I must be stupid, I must be bad.

What else would have made my Daddy so mad.

I wish I were better, I wish I weren’t ugly,

Then maybe my Mommy, would still want to hug me.

I can’t speak at all, I can’t do a wrong,

Or else I’m locked up, all the day long.

When I wake up, I’m all alone

The house is dark, my folks aren’t home.

When my Mommy does come, I’ll try and be nice,

So maybe I’ll get just one whipping tonight.

Don’t make a sound!  I just heard a car,

My Daddy is back from Charlie’s Bar.

I hear him curse, my name he call,

I press myself against the wall.

I try and hide, from his evil eyes,

I’m so afraid now, I’m starting to cry.

He finds me weeping, he shouts ugly words,

He says it’s my fault, that he suffers at work.

He slaps me and hits me, and yells at me more,

I finally get free and I run for the door.

He’s already locked it and I start to bawl,

He takes me and throws me against the hard wall.

I fall to the floor with my bones nearly broken,

And my Daddy continues with more bad words spoken.

I’m sorry I scream, but it’s much to late,

His face has been twisted into unimaginable hate.

The hurt and the pain, again and again,

Oh please God, have mercy!  Oh please let it end.

And he finally stops and heads for the door,

While I lay motionless, sprawled on the floor.

My name is Misty, and I am but three,

Tonight my Daddy murdered me!